This was the question posed to me by a therapist some time ago, and it's a question that I've certainly considered on more than one occasion. And yet a definitive answer still eludes me. What is important to me? There is no easy answer to a question like that.
During the middle of the session nothing immediately came to mind. Then, after a moment of thought, things that I considered important began to surface. Chief among those thoughts, or really, what sprang to mind first, were thoughts of my family and friends. Followed by my interests in writing, reading, acting, and socializing. Soon more thoughts came to mind as to what was important to me.
Philosophy, Psychology, Ideology, History, Mythology, Sociology, etc. These were all areas of study that I found fascinating. And they were important to me because I was able to engross myself in their knowledge so deeply, and from that knowledge, I was able to carve out an identity for myself from everything I had learned. And in my mind, having a definitive identity of oneself is pretty important.
Soon after I acknowledged these fields of study that interested me, I began to think of mere words that resonated with me or had some significance to them: Friendship, Comradery, Fraternity, Family, Love, Honor, Loyalty, Respect, Dignity, Duty, Sacrifice, Legacy.
Intelligence, Modesty, Humility, Honesty, Authenticity, Sincerity.
Justice, Logic, Reason, Rationality.
Irrational, Absurd, Anger, Hate, Disdain.
Gratitude, Insight, Intuition, Demonstration.
The Tangible, the Intangible, the Ethereal, the Spiritual, and the Ramifications of Everything In Between.
Life and Death.
Words. Concepts. Feelings.
The real and the abstract intertwining. That is what is important to me. That, and finding the balance to walk the line between the two.
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